“I haven’t told him yet.”
“But you are thinking of marrying him?”
“I know nothing against him. He cares for me very much.”
Lady Sellingworth was silent.
“Perhaps you don’t believe that? Perhaps you think that’s impossible?”
“Oh, no! But—”
“I know exactly what you are thinking. You are thinking that I am rich now that my father is dead. But he is rich too. He does not need my money. He has never done any work. He has been an idler all his life. He has often told me that he has had too much money and that it has done him harm, made him an idler.”
“And you believe all that?”
“I believe that he cares for me very much. I know he does.”
“Once I thought that man—”